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[zanazirafanfic]

When do tickets go on sale? #firstinline

I would literally EMPTY my entire bank account, and put myself into crippling debt to see this 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[xaracosmia]

[shaking] hello xara cosmia nation this is clara and today's 07/05 which marks 2 weeks since the brand new shiny code geass released so if nobody's beaten me to the punch i'd like to reserve sakuya sumeragi from code geass: rozé of the recapture. as always you can reach me on twt @ blackring004

hello clara nation. youre the # firstinline! Sakuya Sumeragi is reserved for you until (07/14)! - 😈 Assistant Comethazine

[stingslikeabee]

‘  i am still so weak when it comes to you.  ’ ---from priest (:

light and dark starters . not accepting . @firstinline

There was a special quality to the Honey Bee Inn just before sunrise - it tended to be the quietest the place ever was, considering the peculiar schedule it kept for the services offered and the clientele that frequented the location. The kitchen staff was long gone, the girls who had been requested for overnight company were in their rooms with the paying customers and the rest of the building was as still as a grave.

It had been the favorite time of the day for Lilian and Cheyenne to sneak around the place, too - even if management was different and rules introduced by Melissa did not apply back then, the gist of the business conducted at a pleasure house hadn’t changed - it was the perfect occasion for anyone looking to be alone to have any privacy with their thoughts or whatever company they chose to keep for themselves (and not for the gil received).

All these years later - and a brothel madame named ‘Melissa’ and a Turk known as ‘Priest’ were sharing the same kitchen table, although this time the cooking had been by the inn proprietress herself. It was not his favorite - she wasn’t about to make him black and blue steak just because the man had a childish craving, but the brunette did prepare pancakes with generous filings; there was even a smiley face added on top with whipped cream like they did as children when Cora was not looking, and Melissa laughed at the final artwork - a part of her contemplated adding a ‘fuck you’ for Priest’s habit of getting into the inn at such ungodly hours and making her lose precious sleep.

(A ‘drama queen’, he would call her; a ‘fake priest’ was her standard retort.)

“I am still so weak when it comes to you,” Priest whispered dramatically, fork picking up a piece of the food and then eating it with abandon and genuine delight, although there was a certain flair to his gestures. Melissa chuckled, chin resting over an open palm and leaning over the table to just watch him digging into the food - a simple thing, really, but done specially for him. Small, precious gestures - she cared.

And Priest cared enough to drop by instead of calling, too.

“For fuck’s sake, Shy - it’s just food. You sound like you haven’t eaten in days,” the madame replied, her own plate long empty but the Turk had asked for seconds; he looked famished and ate everything with such gusto that it made Melissa’s heart warm and fuzzy on the inside. As playful as his words had been - maybe he meant it.

“Perhaps I haven’t,” Priest responded with a small grin of his own and a way of arching an eyebrow that had the brunette sighing dramatically and throwing her head back - but shortly repositioning herself in front of him with a grin that was filled with pure fondness. “Maybe I should look into hiring you for a side hustle as a part-time cook.”

“Yeah, sure, running the inn is not time-consuming at all, I’m more than available to babysit a grown-ass man,” Melissa replied in jest, but her nearest hand did reach for the whipped cream - and used a moment of distraction of Priest’s to uncap it and spray some of the substance directly on his nose. There was no way she would ever catch a Turk off-guard - but Shy might have been too engrossed with food to prevent the oncoming antics from Lily.

At his (fake) outraged look, Melissa laughed scandalously; if they hadn’t been downstairs and the doors of the suites were in a different floor with sound-proof walls, she would have disturbed a client or one of the honeygirls. Priest was quick to react - he stood up and the madame saw she was in for trouble, making a run to the lounge and getting as much distance as she could before the Turk invariably caught up with her, tackling Melissa onto one of the many couches around without a moment of hesitation.

The aftermath had her giggling - the madame evidently found it all too funny until the man came closer and brushed his own nose against hers, smearing Melissa with some of the cream, too. At that - he grinned; less of a victory and more of a stalemate, but that seemed enough for Priest. The woman beneath him chuckled softly, the semi-darkness of the room making it hard for any of them to make out each other’s emotions but... Frankly, at this point, they didn’t need light sources to read one another perfectly.

“I meant what I said earlier,” Priest said in a lower, more serious voice; and despite the ridiculous situation they were in, Melissa knew what he was alluding to. Nodding, one of her hands found his face and brought him lower, enough for a kiss over sweet lips - the taste of the pancakes (and the cream) lingered; it was so nostalgic... Like coming home indeed.

“I know you did, Shy. Do you think I make pancakes for just anyone at 6am with smiling faces?” the knuckles of her right hand brushed against his cheek softly, the gesture translating the affection that their teasing words sometimes did not, “I’m always happy to have you around.”

[arsandvita]

summer night sky

moons burning in your eyes

wanna take you for a drive

red lined rose

water falling on the roads

seat holds us in close

[kalmaccountant]

{A random starter for @firstinline​ } 

[🎱]

There was nothing like a small friendly pool game to encourage team building and since Samira and Cissnei were busy on a mission, the Accountant decided to spend his evening with the Sharpshooter instead. To him, Priest was decent enough company if you didn’t mind all to ‘doom and gloom’ that he often expressed. Joking about death in the presence of the older man often lead to some quite amusing results, albeit incredibly morbid for lack of better terms. 

The game was nearing its climax, with a few more coloured and striped balls left in play. It was a fairly even game at this point, whether that was because the Accountant was holding back? There was a slight truth. Either that or maybe Priest was better than he was letting on...

Lips pursed around cigarette while Zwei rested calmly on the sofa, legs raised against the nearby coffee table with a glass of whiskey in hand and a pool cue wrapped by his free arm. A single puff was released before he nodded at his elder and shot him a sly smirk. “So uh... You gonna hurry up and play your turn or do you need me to give you tips?” There was a certain confidence as he spoke, an eagerness for Priest to miss the next shot so that Zwei could steal the whole game away... After all, this was his game. And he hadn’t known anyone other than Rude who could match him. 

[cssnei]

📝

Send me 📝 and my muse will reveal their thoughts about your muse.

Their first impression: A battle-hardened warrior. At the point that Priest joined the Turks for the first time, Cissnei was already very much experienced and she had the pleasure of being one of the people at his induction. The quiet ones always intrigued her, but she knew not to pry. He was very intimidating and found herself quite... Daunted to try and talk to him. It wasn’t until they went on a mission together that this changed.

Their current impression: Nowadays, she’s quite the menace around him. She’ll find ways to toy with him by calling him ‘dad’ and tormenting him about his close friendship with another one of their colleagues. Big quotation marks for close though. She’s warmed to him a lot and no longer finds herself that scared around him, but the thought of him throwing a punch in her direction still scares her even if he specialises in long ranged firearms. 

What they like the most about your muse: His blunt, don’t give no shit attitude. Sometimes being honest, brutal and efficient is one of the best ways to get stuff done. She wishes that he had his level of calmness honestly, not giving a damn about other’s opinions must be a great feeling. 

What they dislike the most about your muse: She also dislikes said blunt, don’t give no shit attitude mainly. Literally the same reason, she can’t tease him like she does the other Turks because of it and she hates that. 

What your muse is for them ( Friend, lover, rival ecc.): An ally, a friend. I don’t want to call them a father and daughter though, since they have a relationship that seems more befitting of that uncle that never calls or texts but comes to family gatherings just to say hi or some shit like that. Idk why, but that analogy fits Cissnei and Priest a lot more. But when on the field though, she puts a lot of trust on him and she loves that they are both incredibly professional when out on the job. It makes a great change from the usual stuff she gets up too. A spotter for the Ninja? Now that’s badass. 

A general opinion of their relationship: Hmm... I realise I kinda mixed the last topic with this one. I think their relationship is very entertaining, it’s also quite refreshing to have someone like Priest interact with Cissnei since she’s actually kinda intimidated by him, so she watches what she says more often times than not and I adore that. Also, the dad thing just makes me crease. 

If applicable, something they wish to reveal: She’d ask but he wouldn’t reveal anything anyway. Or respond with something sarcastic. 

[olamundo]

🥝 🍇

𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   ♡   𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄

🥝  :    does my muse have any  ‘  unusual  ’  habits, interests,  and  /  or talents?  do they hide it,  or are they proud of it?   

——film making! but not in a necessarily traditional sense? she doesn’t aim to make a feature with a plot & actors etc. but it’s more... artistic? she’ll film what she thinks is interesting; a flickering security monitor at the train station, a bag caught in a tree etc. just a load of different, unusual clips that she’ll collect & mash together for fun. usually with a shit-ton of filters than sometimes distort the images beyond all recognition.      Sofía posts her creations on whatever gaia’s equivalent of youtube is under a moniker & has a reasonable following, mostly from the artistic community. a few conspiracy nuts who insist she’s captured the occasional scandalous piece of footage.     as an extension of this hobby, Sofía also dabbles in sound-art to accompany her weird & wacky features and the process is much the same; stop to record interesting sounds. mash them together in her free time.     it’s not something she’s too vocal about; it’s literally just a thing she does for fun & relaxation and doesn’t enjoy having it criticised by people she knows. it’s not that she’s embarrassed; she just can’t be bothered to explain the process & reasoning to people who just don’t get it, man. she also enjoys embroidery & stitches away while on calls etc.

🍇  :    how would my muse describe their childhood?  how much has it impacted the person they are now,  or will become as an adult?  around what age did they or will they start to mature,  and why?  do they wish to go back to their days as a child,  or have they embraced adulthood?  

——Sofía would describe it as mostly happy, sometimes lonely. it did have a profound impact on how her life developed; because she was at home a lot taking care of herself & the household, she kinda developed her interest in information technology as an escape to assuage herself during long periods of parental absence.      this extended to video games when she was older & the technology moved into the home-entertainment sector.     also as a result of this, she had to grow up pretty fast. while most kids were out playing, she was indoors cooking, cleaning & helping her parents. not something she resents all too much; she’s a smart kid who understood times were getting tough.     part of her kinda wishes she’d been able to run around with all the other kids on the beach? but then again, Sofía is proud of her specialised talent & knows she’d never be where she was without it. 

[mikenarbo]

2019 is the year of execution. I planned my goals for the year and I’d like to share it with you.

• Getting graduated from my engineer school

• Producing my thesis about “In 2019, how to create content using social media in order to make your sales grow?”

• Producing my memory to be graduated

• Developing the digital strategy of my father’s company

• Growing our business and brand on Amazon FBA with my cousin

• Improving my taekwondo skills

• Dropping my weight down under 80kg

• Being grateful everyday

• Forgiving myself and others

• Helping other people to crush it 🔥

Love you all ❤ What are you goals for the year everybody ? 💪❤ . . . . . #stayin #learnfrommistakes #workhardforit #firstinline #lifestyles #lifeisagame #yourownboss #fullfillment #selfdriven #beontime #trytostopme #coolattitude (à Rosny, Ile-De-France, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/BsEBg7eFVRV/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=18kjpy7kpbwog

[tsurugixbuster]

don’t throw your life away.

#THE BATMAN  :  (   some triggering content may be present !     change pronouns to suit.     )

"...Y'know Priest, you sound awful sentimental for a Turk."

They stand at odds, weapons drawn as they square off. Zack is no fool. If Priest was really trying to take him out. The bullets would've already been flying. He knows the Turk didn't give his position away and offer him some heart felt advice because he wanted to fight.

But orders were orders.

And Zack's number was up.

It wasn't a bad plan, the one the Turk proposed. He could just disappear. He could walk away from Midgar, Shin-Ra, all of it. Unfortunately there is one thing the SOLDIER cannot bring himself to walk away from.

So the die is cast, and his fate set.

He will go to Midgar, Army or no Army.

"I.... appreciate the heads up. I must've stirred up quite the shit storm at HQ if they've sent that many men."

[joedlc1971]

If I’m not mistaken this was in 2015 at the @reventioncenter in Houston during @garbage’s #20yearsqueer Tour #garbage #shirleymanson #reventionmusiccenter #tbt #throwbackthursday #instagay #gaybear #queer #beardedgay #firstinline #firsties (at Revention Music Center) https://www.instagram.com/p/Br5wMXLgZwN/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1f45b2tnh6g7u

[tebbutt]

Almost #firstinline #disneyworld #waltdisneyworld #disney #hollywoodstudios #disneyparks #disneylife #wdw #disneygram #disneylife #disneyday #disneyvacation #disneyfan #disneynews #disneyworld50 #livethelifeyoulove #lovethelifeyoulive #happilyeverafter (at Disney's Hollywood Studios) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdAze6RM2R7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[stingslikeabee]

✒ >3

send me a ✒ for a handwritten note from my muse to yours . accepting

Priest hadn’t been home in two days - nothing new in his line of work and the madame knew. By the time he unlocked the door to his apartment that night, things were a bit different inside - but Melissa had the decency to at least leave him a note, very obviously placed on top of his television to ensure he’d see it as soon as possible.

[christopherdangelo]

God bless you @garyvee & thank you for continuing to inspire my work ethic and making my visions clearer than they are now. - 🌎 🌟 @worldstar #FirstInLine - #rapper #soundcloud #music #hiphopmusic #rappers #unsignedartist #newmusic #hiphop #rap #beats #worldstarhiphop #hiphophead #rapmusic #hiphopculture #newyork #artist #trap #singer #wshh #likeforlikes #love #followforfollowback #dj #memes #producer #commentforcomment #fashionblogger #funny #engagementgroups (at Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpQTBpFhvqC/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=kyku3ch2nx7e

[cssnei]

@firstinline​ asked:  🌙  seeing your muse outside alone during nighttime

Send my muse and emoji and they will react too... 

It had only been a few weeks after Zack’s supposed death and disappearance, and the other subject he was with supposedly going missing too. Her mind dwelled on the mission, the dread that she felt upon finding the many bodies left in the wake of the battle that took place, and the guilt that consumed her as she delivered her mission report to Tseng and coming home empty handed. While she hid her emotions well from the others, some more eagle eyed individuals knew the truth.

While her colleagues enjoyed their time in one of the many beach houses, she snuck away from the rest of the Turks and decided to take a walk on the beach, alone. Cissnei needed time alone, some peace and quiet away from the rest of the team and to remind herself of more simpler times. Wearing a jumper and wrapping herself in a fine linen cloak, she stood at the beachfront and let the calming sounds of waves crashing against sand to calm her and empty her mind. 

“C’mon Cissnei... You can’t be depressed forever...” She whispered to herself as the redhead gazed out toward the calm ocean, the moon causing the blue to shine and sparkle like precious jewels, sapphires or the like. But as she embraced the serenity of the location, her ears were drawn to the sound of footsteps behind her, the crunching sound of sand collapsing beneath feet clashing with the waves ahead of her. 

She turned and saw the veteran warrior before her, the young Turk offering him a solemn and broken smile as she folded her arms. “Have you come here to provide me with some sort of comfort... Or are you here to relax too?” Asked the curious young woman before turning back out to look over the quiet and serene beach. “Of all the people to follow me here, you were the one I least expected, Priest.” 

[nickstrrr]

I was super happy to go to Airport Cafe and guest star on The Sal & Saida Show!!! You’ll here when they episode airs ;) .... Sandwiches were harmed in the making of this show... #AirportCafe #TheSalAndSaidaShow #Foodie #Burger #SandwichOfTheDay #Flan #Agent2021 #Eat #Travel #Learn #Earn #60SecClub #FirstInLine $1.80 Stategy Collab (at Airport Cafe & Liquors)

[jetyourdaddy]

We were promised flying cars. Wait, we are promised nothing. You have to earn it. TIME IS TICKING AWAY PSALM 90:12 Jason Tade